So, we decided to buy some furniture. A couple of years ago, we bought recliners. It was sort of a necessity since one of us couldn't sleep lying down. But the overall decorative effect was not the greatest, as you may well remember.
We needed a new couch so we bought a purple one. And believe it or not, the salesman did not lie. Cats really don't enjoy sharpening their claws on microfiber. They do, however, thrill themselves by shedding copious amounts of white and/or black fur on said purple couch.
We also bought the green Rachelounge. So named because Jackson claims he can't say chaise. It is way all cool in a fluffy art deco sort of a way. Excellent for reading. Well placed between the fire place and semi-fake sheepskin rug. (Its not supposed to be fake, but I can't see touting anything I bought on the home furnishings aisle of Sam's Wholesale Club as the real thing.)
Now, all we need are end tables. I wonder if I can convince Jackson that these are THE ONES.
Quaint, Unassuming, Highly-Functional and Generally Well-Accepted Tables.